09-19-2012, 01:44 AM
Itzal smiled at her as she growled softly, giving her a wink as well. She shouldn't have expected him to play by the rules, especially when they hadn't voiced any rules at all. Itzal knew he had to focus on Amy, to make sure he didn't lose their little competition, but he gave himself a second to admire her breast and body as she let the remains of her shirt fall. He didn't let his eyes linger to long though, still very much aware that their game wasn't over yet. He had to get off two pieces of her clothing, where as she only had to get off one. And that one piece was very close to coming off of Itzal's body.
Itzal watched her short sword as it caught the Katana in an elegant movement, while her other hand drew her knife. But Itzal had expected her to find a way past his Katana, and his hand was already reaching for his dagger. His dagger caught her knife as she made to cut the last thread holding his jeans together. Their blades locked and Itzal twisted his wrist so the Katana and short sword were locked together. He pressed himself against her, chest to chest, and bent down to growl softly in her ear with a grin, "Not yet you don't." He said, before pushing her short sword and knife away and stepping back. Itzal held the dagger in one hand and the Katana in the other. He was watching her, trying to find a weakness he could exploit. He decided to try a feint. He lunged with his Katana, directing it towards the left side of her shorts. Then at the last second Itzal tried to bring his back foot around and bring the dagger down across her short's waist band. The moved required speed and precision above all else, and Itzal would have gotten it, except he made the mistake of twisting his heel during the spin, making his weight carry past where he had been aiming. His dagger passed by her waist harmlessly, and Itzal swore under his breath, knowing he was off balance and vulnerable.
Itzal watched her short sword as it caught the Katana in an elegant movement, while her other hand drew her knife. But Itzal had expected her to find a way past his Katana, and his hand was already reaching for his dagger. His dagger caught her knife as she made to cut the last thread holding his jeans together. Their blades locked and Itzal twisted his wrist so the Katana and short sword were locked together. He pressed himself against her, chest to chest, and bent down to growl softly in her ear with a grin, "Not yet you don't." He said, before pushing her short sword and knife away and stepping back. Itzal held the dagger in one hand and the Katana in the other. He was watching her, trying to find a weakness he could exploit. He decided to try a feint. He lunged with his Katana, directing it towards the left side of her shorts. Then at the last second Itzal tried to bring his back foot around and bring the dagger down across her short's waist band. The moved required speed and precision above all else, and Itzal would have gotten it, except he made the mistake of twisting his heel during the spin, making his weight carry past where he had been aiming. His dagger passed by her waist harmlessly, and Itzal swore under his breath, knowing he was off balance and vulnerable.